Video Karaoke The Riddle - Nik Kershaw

Este tema es una versión de The Riddle, que popularizó Nik Kershaw

Formatos disponibles:

CDG (MP3+G)
MP4
KFN
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El formato CDG (también llamado CD+G o MP3+G) es compatible con la mayoría de los reproductores de karaoke. Incluye un archivo MP3 y la letra sincronizada (Versión Karaoke solo vende archivos digitales (MP3+G) y NO recibirás un CD).

Los archivos MP4 pueden reproducirse en MAC OS X y Windows 7 de manera predeterminada.
Si tienes Windows XP o Vista, puedes utilizar Windows Media Player 12.

Este formato es compatible con el KaraFun Windows Player, un programa de karaoke gratuito. Te permite activar o desactivar los coros y la voz principal, además de cambiar el tono o el tempo.

Con tu compra podrás descargar el vídeo tantas veces como quieras en todos estos formatos.

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Con coros (con o sin voces en la versión KFN)

Tempo: variable (alrededor de 102 BPM)

Tonalidad idéntica al original: FA♯m, MI♭m, DO, SI♭, LAm, SOLm

Duración: 03:50 - Escuchar en: 01:51

Fecha de publicación: 1984
Géneros: Synthpop, Pop, Rock, En inglés
Compositor: Nicholas David Kershaw

Todo el contenido de nuestro sitio web es reproducido íntegramente por nuestros músicos en el estudio. No utilizamos ninguna parte de las grabaciones originales ni hacemos uso de tecnología de separación de stems con IA de ninguna manera.

Letra The Riddle

I got two strong arms blessings to babylon with time to carry on and try for sins and false alarms
So to America the brave wise men save
Near a tree by a river there's a hole in the ground
Where an old man of Aran goes around and around
And his mind is a beacon in the veil of the night
For a strange kind of fashion there's a wrong and a right
But he'll never never fight over you
I got plans for us nights in the scullery
And days instead of me
I only know what to discuss
Oh for anything but light wise men fighting over you
It's not me you see pieces of valentine
With just a song of mine to keep from burning history
Seasons of gasoline and gold wise men fold
Near a tree by a river there's a hole in the ground
Where an old man of Aran goes around and around
And his mind is a beacon in the veil of the night
For a strange kind of fashion there's a wrong and a right
But he'll never never fight over you
I got time to kill sly looks in corridors without a plan of yours a blackbird sings
On bluebird hill thanks to the calling of the wild wise men's child
Near a tree by a river there's a hole in the ground where an old man of Aran goes around and around
And his mind is a beacon in the veil of the night
For a strange kind of fashion there's a wrong and a right
But he'll never never fight
Near a tree by a river there's a hole in the ground where an old man of Aran goes around and around
And his mind is a beacon in the veil of the night
For a strange kind of fashion there's a wrong and a right
But he'll never never fight over you
No he'll never never fight over you

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